Without you i'm nothing
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide.
I'll take it by your side.
tick - tick - tick - tick - tick - tock
I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
Nothing beats the simple setting of 2am beer, just surfing random music and having placebo in the background.
I never realise how great their lyrics are till like 30seconds ago when i googled it.
I think i'm devoided from passion and love so much so that when an opportunity comes knocking i wouldn't make a concerted effort to pursue it further.
Sometimes i wonder if i am too used to failure. Too used to not expecting much, too used to being happy about simple minute things that people achieve day in day out.
It's not that i'm not happy with my life at the moment, it's just that there are too many things that i want to do but have not had the opportunity to do so.
There's a stale comfort to life that i'm struggling to cope with and at the same time break out of perhaps.
It seems now we search for life on wiki and google rather than in the presence of people itself.
Maybe i need that whole music adventure i got back when i was working, yet time is perhaps not as kind as it should be.
It seems that i'm losing the ability to express my motions in the paragraphs and verses that i used to flood this page with, so much so that whenever i write it becomes short sentences, phrases or just lyrics that i've heard in passing.
Because i realise it's only when i logon here in during each fortnight that i actually sit back and think where my life is headed.
Hey maybe it's a good gauge and good timeline to adhere to, this time to reflect situations that i've known to love.
Perhaps none of this makes sense to anyone, but i'm just looking at each word i type and telling myself that through all the confusion, somehow things will turn out for the better.
Failure. Acceptance. Distractions. Expectations.
I'll take it by your side.
tick - tick - tick - tick - tick - tock
I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
Nothing beats the simple setting of 2am beer, just surfing random music and having placebo in the background.
I never realise how great their lyrics are till like 30seconds ago when i googled it.
I think i'm devoided from passion and love so much so that when an opportunity comes knocking i wouldn't make a concerted effort to pursue it further.
Sometimes i wonder if i am too used to failure. Too used to not expecting much, too used to being happy about simple minute things that people achieve day in day out.
It's not that i'm not happy with my life at the moment, it's just that there are too many things that i want to do but have not had the opportunity to do so.
There's a stale comfort to life that i'm struggling to cope with and at the same time break out of perhaps.
It seems now we search for life on wiki and google rather than in the presence of people itself.
Maybe i need that whole music adventure i got back when i was working, yet time is perhaps not as kind as it should be.
It seems that i'm losing the ability to express my motions in the paragraphs and verses that i used to flood this page with, so much so that whenever i write it becomes short sentences, phrases or just lyrics that i've heard in passing.
Because i realise it's only when i logon here in during each fortnight that i actually sit back and think where my life is headed.
Hey maybe it's a good gauge and good timeline to adhere to, this time to reflect situations that i've known to love.
Perhaps none of this makes sense to anyone, but i'm just looking at each word i type and telling myself that through all the confusion, somehow things will turn out for the better.
Failure. Acceptance. Distractions. Expectations.